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dreamerSpankyluvsvintagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16958381720041319923noreply@blogger.comBlogger744125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669000541275828377.post-56630009962016512952019-04-14T21:26:00.000-07:002019-04-14T21:27:16.581-07:00My Weekend At Chloe's Heaven House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So Chloe started this thing/game quite awhile ago here at Grandma's called "Chloe's Heaven House". She said she specializes in spa treatments and making her customers feel like they are in heaven. Grandma ends up getting her feet massaged,body rubbed with lotion , warm water foot baths, eye mask treatments, etc etc. And I remember back in the day when my mom used to pay me 25 cents an hour to rub her feet. And I loved doing that for her. But Chloe doesn't ask for money or rewards. Instead she keeps giving me these "free coupons" where I can stay more days or ask for the super special spa treatment and it is so funny. I mean it cracks me up about all of the ways she describes the massages. Here is the "fish hook" "the wave" "the waterfall" etc etc. and she just makes it all up as she goes along and I think my goofy interactions with her probably encourage more and more but I am amazed that this wee one has such a grasp on customer service that real people charging real money have absolutely no clue about. Now added to my fun mix at Chloe's Heaven house is Olivia who wants to be the head masseuse and constantly needs more lotion. :) And of course Chloe refers to her as her "assistant" and when I totally crack up laughing and almost pee my pants about things Olivia says Chloes says sister on staff because she entertains my guests and makes them laugh. She is quite the comedian". But in all honesty. A million bucks could probably not repay these two little ones for the amazing most excellent "spa" service I received this weekend. I tell Chloe things like "OMG when I close my eyes it actually feels so wonderful and divine" And she will say things like "Well yes that is why we call it Heavenly house and why I am number one at what I do" So typical conversation when I am receiving my spa treatments that totally crack me up. Today I ask Chloe what her least favorite part about her job is. And she says it is when people have dirty feet. So I ask her "Oh my do you put gloves on when you do the massages?" And she says "No I don't want my clients to feel uncomfortable or like I am trying to judge them and it is probably why I have never had bad reviews online" So I pipe in and said "Oh my I saw a review on yelp where someone said one of your competitors was not very sanitary" And she immediately responded and said "Oh yes my competition who is just around the corner actually had a client who recently got a foot fungus there" And this kid is 8 years old. And now I also have 3 year old Olivia telling me she is the "best messagener" ever who is in control of all of the lotion bottles and it is just a no brainer why my weekends at the "Heaven house" are exactly that. And who would have thunk it would all be for free and includes lots of kisses and hugs? WTH? This is heaven on earth. I was thinking today that I need to start recording some of these conversations without them knowing it but then think naw. It wouldn't be quite right to record them without them knowing it. And if they knew I was doing it would not be quite as real. :) Oh and the pic I posted above--the heart on top is a token that I can use for a free month's stay at any of the "Heaven House" locations. The bottom one is a business card that Chloe gave me today but actually told me it was just a "prototype" because she forgot to include her business phone number on the card. I kid you not. I am not making this shit up. LOLLOLLOL #mylifeinheavenonearth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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I think my last post was a reaction to a child being so frustrated and not yet having the comprehensive skills to articulate what they are feeling. And my frustration of not being able to figure it out. Do I still firmly believe she is at this point a special needs child? 100%. I remember a conversation with the older girls when Chloe was telling me Lex was telling the next door neighbors that Olivia was a year younger than she was because she didn't want them making fun of her sister. And to me that isn't anything to be ashamed of but I totally understand why Lex did it.<br />
When I myself say she is a special needs child to me It just means that because her communication skills are not yet up to par that I spend more time trying to understand what she is feeling and trying to say. In the past couple of months I have heard her grunt UGH like sounds and she just seems so frustrated. And I think a large part of it is because she can't quite communicate yet what she is really feeling frustrated about.<br />
I have to give praise that things are so different today than in the past. When we first started noticing that she wasn't speaking and did things always in a certain order I was naturally thinking that she was on some sort of autism spectrum. And I can't say enough about how much joy it brings me today when this little baby girl hugs me and says "I love you so much Grandma". Because there was a time when I seriously wondered if she was ever going to speak. Not because I was comparing her to her sisters but just from seeing her repetitive actions and knowing that she had no desire to communicate at that time. She has come such a long way in such a short time with her communication skills and the help from outside resources that she received for this.<br />
Today they went to the snow. Hubby went outside and said "how did you like it" and she said "It was awesome" and how cool is that?<br />
And at this point I don't want to make her special or any different from the other kids. But I still think she is someone who should be treated differently from the other kids because she is in fact different. The term "special needs" to me and my inner family simply means that certain people need a bit of extra attention. When Olivia speaks to me I stop everything and listen to what she is saying or trying to say because I know that she needs me to pay attention. And once again I will reiterate that me calling her a "special needs" child I'm not doing that because I look down on her. In fact I can honestly say that it makes me love her even more.<br />
I guess I am just a bit pissed off about the world today where people are so sensitive and looking for reasons to blame others about everything. Let's get this straight. Life is hard for everyone. We all have issues. #stopthehate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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Our family went on a camping/fishing trip and my baby bro came back from the trip<br />
being scared to sit on the toilet and he also started stuttering. We (mom dad and I) found out later that older brother had went in the bathroom the outhouse kind of scary shit kind of bathrooms that only exist in the camping world unless of course you have to resort to finding a bush in the forest to relieve yourself upon and he told brother that he was going to fall down the abyss baby bro constipated for quite some time after we returned from the camping trip and if memory serves me correct it took him at least a week before he sat on a real toilet seat again.<br />
So we flash forward to this weekend with my wonderful loving 99% of the time grandbaby Olivia. I've been knowing some time that she is a child with special needs and how to deal with that but now realize it really isn't any different than dealing with your other children or grankids...the trick is how to figure out how to best help them when they need you the most. Olivia did a great job with her potty training and now has resulted into pooping and peeing in her panties and then tells you much later that she needs them changed. Last night laying in bed --she likes to lay on grandma's belly and she turns over and I am patting her on the butt and feel #turdcity I'm like Let's go get cleaned up and she is yelling and screaming NO!!!. This is a child who last weekend spent with us was watching me on the toilet giving me high fives wanting to help me wipe but I was all "Nope that's not necessary LOL "and we both got "stickers" for being big girls who went on the potty . Suddenly she has turned into a child who pees or poops all over herself and has no concern about preventing that because she suddenly seems scared and doesn't want to do it anymore. And Olivia is suddenly screaming and crying and terrified about sitting on the toilet and she's pretty adamant about things she will or will not do without putting up a fight<br />
So what do we do? Go with the flow? certainly we don't put her back in diapers. I've seen all of these posts about how sudden changes like a new baby or something significant in their life creates these kind of things but nothing new that hasn't been happening for quite some time now at least on our end. I'm basically at a loss about learning how to conquer whatever fears have now caused this set back. Chloe told me she thinks it is because they ran out of candy at her house and stopped giving it to her for a reward. I don't think the answer is that simple. But my thoughts will forever be that a special needs child's thoughts are way more complicated than simply being simple.<br />
And more thoughts. That camping trip many many years ago when my younger bro became a temporary stutterer. It happened because he suddenly became terrified of something. The older bro should have never done that to him. But in retrospect the older bro always loved him. So there's that. And the younger bro was never a special needs child but for some reason became terrified about sitting on the toilet. How fucked up is that? When relieving yourself becomes your worst nightmare? Personally I have never had to deal with that but have dealt with people in my life who are terrified about simple things like sitting on a toilet seat. And am wondering if it starts with that and then carries over into your adult hood? And maybe if we are able to fix whatever is wrong it will not carry over? Jheez louise. Life is hard enough without having to worry about sitting on a toilet seat and being afraid of falling into the abyss. #JMO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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His kaiser cancer doctor kept prescribing more pain meds and he got on morphine which of course limited his cognitive thinking skills as far as wanting to get up and do something about the situation.<br />
I can't begin to imagine what he actually has dealt with throughout the entire process. Finally his foot from the swollen leg got extremely infected. He ended up in the hospital where they did an aggressive treatment to remove the infection from his leg. And it ended up with kidney failure. Long story short. Kaiser sent him home to die. They placed him on hospice and even though ever since the infection has been removed from his leg he was actually in better health than he has been in for the past couple of years but because they couldn't give him the cancer meds at the same time as the radical treatment to remove the infection. This is is story now. And why he was sent home to die. After a couple of months of no coumadin and no medicine from kaiser whatsoever funny thing is that his leg has not shown any type of swelling at all. He's lying in bed basically immobile but his leg seems to have been cured. And I guess that is the thing that really pisses me off. His lack of quality living for the past couple of years has been greatly affected because of poor care. IMO. And now. Hospice is in charge. They act like they are here to help. Nope. They are here to help a person die and the quicker the better. That's pretty much what they are here for. Assisted suicide. Perhaps others have dealt with more educated people who work for hospice or those who are familiar with assisted dying. My experience so far has been that people calling themselves "helpful" have talked right in front of my dad talking about things like "He's not able to hold food down and nauseated and is at the end"<br />
I get that reality is paramount but my feelings are that what hospice has shown me in my dealings with them so far is that they don't care if the person is cognitive. God is the one who will decide when things are over. That's all I know. And I think that hospice should rethink their message. Hope and the fact that the person is still fighting to be here and doesn't want to lay down and die is what ya'll at hospice care should be thinking about. Stop making it all about dying. Every now and then life is actually about living and making the best about what you have left. That's not Dying. That's living. Get it straight hospice. FFS I don't care how much money you are being subsidized with from these insurance companies. Stop thinking your mission is about assisted dying. Assisting living should be your main goal. #cancersucks #hospicesucks #kaiserhealthcare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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I've posted several pics of our "dog family" here on the blog and yep they all look sweet and innocent. For those of ya who haven't read any of it----<br />
We have 2 dachshunds...long story short...my son was always allergic to pet dander so we never had pets when he was a kid after finding that out--and when he was in high school he rescued a dachshund who was kind of hanging out at our family store...we brought him home and he named him "Bill Dance" cuz the son loves fishing....Bill Dance had a lot of health problems..(which is why I figured the former owners dumped him on the street)..and in the meantime my hubs got me a baby weiner dog (Brownie Boy) for Mother's day..so that bill dance would have someone to play with. WE loved old Bill and kept him as comfortable as possible...I'll still never forget the time when he was whining so I let him up on the bed and he puked all over the hubby's pillow and maybe got a bit in hubby's hair--hubs immediately wakes up and says in the Stedanko voice--"Oh Babe!"<br />
( but he totally understood why I frequently put puking Bill up on the bed)---When we had to put bill dance to sleep...son was so distraught....and I searched high and low and found a "mini me " Bill that he named "bill dance Jr."...then I inherited 2 of my mom's chihuahuas..(she said they were being too mean to her other dogs)...but Molly and Candy at this point were like family members to me so I told her "No way you can't give them away to strangers"...then flash forward to we end up with 2 chiwheenies out of the first two litters and then got them fixed cuz I knew I would end up like that crazy animal lady with 80 something dogs in the house. And ever since moms died we have also been dogsitting Cookie and Muffin---her and pops dogs--when dad is traveling. SOOO--We often have 8 dogs in the house. :=)<br />
In my neighborhood....it's quite common for pit bulls to be all over the place tugging tires strung on a chain around their necks etc...and that being said we also have a lot of stray cats in the neighborhood and the dogs are always trying to catch them when I let them out in the front yard.<br />
Yesterday...I let the dogs out (so to speak)....and was tidying up in the kitchen and all of a sudden I hear the dogs going crazy....<br />
I run to the front door and see this orange fuzzy thing being attacked and immediately almost have a heart attack because I think the dogs are attacking our beloved "cookie"--(mom and dad's dog that I always call "cookie cat")..then I realize that it is an actual cat that they are attacking and they are all just in this total frenzy..and it was so surreal to see all of these little small dogs just going nuts and so out of control and I was slapping and hitting at them them and screaming "STOP IT!!!" and doing everything I could to save the cat. I finally got the cat away from them and all of a sudden hear someone say... "Are you okay?" and look up and see that a Sheriff is outside of the fence and when I look up I lose control of the cat and the dogs grab the cat again and I tell him "My dogs are trying to kill a cat" He says "I drove by and heard you screaming and wanted to make sure you are okay" And I said things like "This is someone's pet....even though it doesn't have a collar..I can't believe that they finally caught a cat" Then he tells me to get the dogs inside of the house and comes inside of the gate before I do that but -of course he's not afraid because he has these big Sheriff bite proof tall boots on and is used to dealing with Pitts and bigger threats---- and the dogs immediately all come in the house (instead of barking at the stranger in the yard like they normally do) with the exception of Nugget who kind of has brain damage since his disc dysplasia (I think)..Bill Dance JR. dropped the cat on the porch...I close the screen and coax Nugget to come inside and the Sheriff tells me he is gonna call animal control. I tell the Sheriff thru the screen door "Only in Oildale right?" And he kind of chuckles and says "Yep only in Oildale" And I'm thinking that this is probably the least of his problems that he has seen in Oildale today but dayum...major OMG for me as I'm wiping blood off of my hands and dogs and all--and can't keep thinking about the look that the cat had...kind of like cats from a horror movie story kind of thing. And it still is haunting me thinking about that poor cat. I know that dacshunds were bred to be hunters but just so crazy when you see it happen. Today I have been calling Brownie (the dog who always has to sit on my lap or have me hold him even when I am standing up)--an "accessory to a crime" and saying things like "shame on you" but he still just wants to lick me with kisses. All I know is I must have looked like a crazy Oildalian out there screaming at the top of my lungs...and I am a firm believer in paths and timing. I really wish like hell that the dadgum cat had not been out in my front yard when I let the dogs out. That's all I know. And looking at all of these sweet loving dogs and realizing how vicious that any situation can become at any time when you are least expecting it makes me realize once again that nothing can ever be taken for granted, You really never know how mean something can get until you see it happening right in front of you...<br />
Okay Rhonda rant over. :)<br />
Peace ya'll<br />
here's a pic of the "Cookie cat" that we love so much around here:)<br />
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She had seen a bridal hairpiece awhile back and asked if I could make something similar....<br />
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(of course using vintage and new components.....)<br />
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She loved it but the slight problem was that it was too big for the hair style she had chosen....<br />
so I made a few alterations and it ended up working out nicely.<br />
One of my SIL's told me she couldn't believe how well it matched her wedding dress....<br />
and considering that I hadn't seen the wedding dress until after the hairpiece was made.....<br />
it did all come together quite nicely.<br />
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She looked so radiant and beautiful..she is such a sweet talented gal and you can tell how much her and her new hubs really love one another. It was also kind of cool seeing my husband's sister cry so many tears of joy yesterday in knowing that she wasn't losing a daughter but instead gaining a son :)<br />
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Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Smith!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I removed it and the velvet background looks as good as new.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Man this reminds me of something I would have had hanging up in my room back in the 70's :D</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Taking it to the spot at Timeless this week.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And yes....that saying "Today is the 1st day Of The rest Of Your Life" still rings true.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Seize the day peeps!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(which I don't keep up with all that often these days....)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my social skills network yada yada department seems to be severely lacking LOL!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Gheez...it's been awhile since I've even taken the time out to blog anything here.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Anyhoo....I saw on facebook that it was Sarah's birthday....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and it is the one thing I like the most about Facebook....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">if you log in everyday you can remember everyone's Birthday.:D</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So....while dinner was in the oven I had a bit of time to whip up a small present for Sarah....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I used a tiny glass vial and put in some dried flowers that the girls had picked out in the garden and Chloe and I had placed into the flower press awhile back....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I also added a vintage dangler crystal and a new heart locket.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sarah does not wear a lot of jewelry but she liked it :D</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We had a nice family dinner</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and cheers to celebrating many more family Birthdays!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You just fold them up and sew up the sides and a couple more seams up the middle to create the pockets. Then add ribbon on the sides for tie backs.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>(Although it did take me a bit of time remembering where I had stashed my flower trim hee-hee.) Easy peasy and quick!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>I love to browse the place and I kind of feel like I am always at home walking around in there considering that I had my first full-time job there way back in the day when it was Brock's department store.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>I remember coffee breaks up on the mezzanine...and I was what they called a <i>"BUCS clerk"</i> which had to do with tagging and tracking merchandise and the computer upstairs filled up almost an entire room.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Later on they made me an assistant MGR in the Junior Dept at the Valley Plaza location and then I resigned when I was hired on to work at the Post Office...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>but every time I walk in that door it takes me back to the past long ago...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>and how fitting that it is now a vintage/antiques destination....LOL!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When the forums were public...it became quite evident that the Ning venue that the Zibbet community is hosted on actually had a much more likelihood of postings being crawled by Google. I used to tell members that posting their images in the Ning community gave them much more likelihood of being noticed on-line.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Myself---no SEO expert....just knew that postings in the Zibbet Ning Community showed up when googling....and yet items from shop members that had been shared and tweeted over and over were not showing up. There was something posted about the way the shop listings in the links showed up and why they were not being crawled. Back then I was darned determined that a pretty large group of us could promote share and get Zibbet on the map.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I didn't have a crap load of sales for all the time spent listing and promoting...but considering that I did not have an on-line built in customer base and sold something like 200 plus items....I did a heck of a lot of sharing and getting my items shared----but big difference--- Zibbet had an open Community.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">well people all have different sides of the story...but my opinion is that Pastor Andy pretty much reeked havoc in that community and stirred up a lot of problems behind the scenes in his little hidey holes....and jono knew what was going on but he was off doing another start up at his new day job and didn't have time to pay attention is all I can figure.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Okay....so flash forward to 2015 when the few die hards in the community are simply asking that the forums be made public again---they have pretty much come to the realization that their efforts are for naught so to speak unless they can get crawled from the Ning hosting site.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Jono busts in and says this----</span><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Permalink Reply by Jonathan Peacock (Zibbet's CEO) yesterday</span><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Hi all,</span><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">I understand the desire to make the forums public again. Unfortunately at this point in time, we aren't able to honor this request. As many of you know, the forums became uncontrollable and brought a lot of negativity to our members and our team a while back. We simply don't have the resources to dedicate the time needed to cultivate and manage an open forum community. </span><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">We see the benefit of it and look forward to be able to do this in the future. </span><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">We're sorry to disappoint.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">-------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">well here's my 2015 2 cents to add to yer statement Jono---</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">1st of all........IMO the forums became uncontrollable because the site is very poorly managed...and Andy had too big of an ego to just relax and let it be a real forum of people discussing ideas and all----</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">being that he is a pastor and having everyone agree with him most of the time "Oh yes Pastor Andy" kind of deal---I can see now where he might have had an inflated ego and uber control type of issues....and just because your religion is in the business of "planting" really doesn't have to carry over into your need to fertilize and "cultivate" a forum----but the social monitoring that ya'll did outside of that community before you closed it down---went waaaaaaaaaaaay beyond what was natural for any type of selling venue. Ya'll were like control freaks on Acid or something...I mean really..what good for your overall community did you expect to come from your actions?</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">You had crap loads of time to dedicate to monitoring your sellers actions outside of that little community....but now-------</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">No time to let them have an open forum.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your downfall then..was trying to control too many things.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your downfall is still that you are very nice people as long as people are kissing your arse and telling you just how fabulous you are.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">reality C-H-E-C-K--....grow up---</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">let the community be a community.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">You don't have to control everything.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">The only thing you controlled when you muted booted lied about sellers and members of your community---</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">is that Zibbet lost the momentum that was building.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">You killed it.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jono and Andy----</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">don't be sorry to disappoint-------</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">crimeny---ya'll own that badge a thousand times over already don't cha?</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">wink wink.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your die hard natives are getting restless---</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">and the fact that you do nothing about it---</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">well........</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">might mean that ya'll have already moved on and just raking in whatever $ is still tinkering in without any effort on your part.</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: large;">You still owe those sellers who have stuck beside you all this time some sort of effort to help them make money.</span></span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f5f5f1; line-height: 18px;"><b><i>They won't keep promoting forever and ever with no real views or sales to compensate them for their efforts.</i></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>It was actually in a little better shape than this when we found it a couple months ago...but was one of the pieces that got hit in the heavy rains we had awhile back... I felt kind of sorry for how drab this old thing was looking... and decided to get a bit funky with some color...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I finished up this 4 drawer chest today. Spotted it at a thrift store awhile back and some of the drawers were wonky...and the finish was really banged up---- I really loved the curved front</b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">I put on a couple of coats of white wash chalk paint and then waxed it with some ebony stain added to the wax. Brownie my constant side kick weiner-meister boy...ended up with a little streak of white wash paint on his side as well.</b><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>hubby made some new drawer runners and got it functioning</b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">when I was decoupaging the drawers he kept giving me that "look" and I could tell he wasn't quite seeing what I was seeing. </b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">But when he got home from work yesterday after I had done the sanding and all---he said that it looked way different than he thought it was going to look the night before. :D</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I finished a couple more pieces but will post some pics later.</b></span><br />
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Hubby and I were getting some stuff ready for the Rosebowl Pasadena Swap next week....<br />
here's a couple of old tables I found a few months ago that just needed some sanding and a little TLC...<br />
I love the lion head knob on the side table stand!<br />
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Here's a table we covered with a tarp but it got wet with the recent heavy rains....has a real marble top but is made of pressed wood mixed with real wood on top...and the bottom was jacked up pretty badly after getting wet...the easiest fix I could think of was a layer of glazes on top of chalk paint and I think the piece will survive for a few more years :)<br />
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here's an old pic that had a faded brown plastic frame....<br />
while I had out the cream chalk paint I added a quick layer to the plastic to give it a fresh new look.<br />
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Am working on another dining set....hope to finish it up tomorrow if the weather permits.<br />
Will get some more pics up.<br />
Cheers to a productive 2015 ya'll<br />
refurbish refab re-shine...one piece at a time :=)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
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and pics when Chloe and Lex found the Monster High stuff that sweet Mary sent for them :) They loved all of the wonderful things she sent for them!<br />
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After they finished with the presents inside of the bags....we told them there was another surprise and had them close their eyes and walk into the dining area with their eyes closed for the "big reveal"...Sarah caught this pic of the look on their faces when they opened their eyes...<br />
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and their excitement and laughter filled up the room...and made me so happy that they loved it so much!<br />
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as long as we believe in magic....<br />
it just might keep happening every now and then.<br />
That's all I know at this point :)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When she told me that she needed an apron because I always wear one when I am cooking special things...I went out into the closet --found a small one---and tied it on her LOL!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Really gave me flash backs to the days I spent with Mamaw helping her with the Holiday baking...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chloe kept chiming in how much she loved me and it was such a wonderful day...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">then we got some family news that was not so happy.... but being with Chloe....just kind of got me right through it....and when she told me that she loves me bigger than 3 universes that haven't even happened yet----</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that just about made my day :) and I knew that any bad news....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the future we would ever receive-we can always know we are so lucky to have what is right in front of us and this would also make us so happy to realize how blessed we are to have so many good loving things right here in our life each and every day---</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">this little munchkin told me about 50 times today how much she loves me...and I guess I trumped her on that one :D</span><br />
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<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/CuteWeirdFluffy">https://www.etsy.com/shop/CuteWeirdFluffy</a><br />
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my white elephant gift came in a bag that was labeled "For Stress"...and inside.....<br />
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chocolates....<br />
she always tells me that a glass of red wine and some dark chocolate is a winner winner for good health.<br />
Thank you Mary.....<br />
good friends like you and all the smiles we have shared have surely in itself added to my longevity.<br />
Cheers to the<br />
White elephant gang!<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>We went out to the cemetery this morning & left some flowers .</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>His parents---Momma Jo and Warren..... hard to believe it has been almost 7 years since they passed...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>why else would today have not been another good one?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>sending out positive thoughts and hugs to everyone out there who is missing their loved ones this Holiday Season. It's hard not having them here..and yet the wonderful thing is that we were blessed to have been a part of their lives in the first place.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Sarah had sent me a link from Pinterest awhile back with a chest of drawers that had been turned into a kids play wardrobe closet and asked if I could do something similar for the girls for Christmas..</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>hubby and I found this old TV stand at a thrift store recently for $19.....</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Now all that's left is for Gamma to fill it up with the rest of the goodies....</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>my friend Mary has this awesome shop called</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/CuteWeirdFluffy">CuteWeirdFluffy</a></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>she recently sent me some Monster High stuff for the girls that I am going to add in some baskets---so I plan on making this a place for the girls to do some doll make-overs as well :) </b></span><b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">I think they'll be pleased with it.</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>gheez just had a flash back from days gone by when the older bro decided to give me a makeover and suddenly turned into some sort of </b></span><b style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: 'Helvetica Regular', Helvetica, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;">Vidal Sassoon wannabe </b><b style="background-color: white; color: #2b2b2b; font-family: 'Helvetica Regular', Helvetica, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23px;"><span style="font-size: large;">and he cut off a bunch of my curls on one side of my poor little head Hah!</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Momma wasn't too pleased with that no-sir-ee</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>hee-hee.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Hope ya'll are having a stress free holiday season so far....</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>W-o-W</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>only 10 more days till Christmas and then onto a New Year. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>cheers to dat!</b></span><br />
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Bill Dance Jr..keeping an eye on things<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had forgotten to grab a lemon to get some zest to add to the Turkey salting mix I was mojo-ing in the little blender. He came back with not one single lemon but instead with a pretty sad looking bag of lemons --- but this is not prime lemon growing season one might surmise :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I was looking at the sad little leftovers inside of the bag tonight and couldn't help but think of the phrase</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="font-style: italic;">"When life gives you lemons....make lemonade"</b>....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I decided tonight that I am gonna make some lemonade tomorrow for the first time on Thanksgiving.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just kind of as a shout out and homage to all the people I know who have and are going through so much adversity and yet still manage in their own ways to do the best they can and just get through it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The only thing I have figured out at this point is that the older you get...it seems like there are a few more lemons that come along unexpectedly in that bag. And sometimes when lemons are out of season they can be extremely bitter and even more sour than usual.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So many people I know and care about have family members suffering, or have recently lost beloved family members, or are going through some drama in the school of hard knocks <b><i><u>that life seems to have this uncanny way of sneaking up on us and throwing it down right when we least expect it.</u></i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So my sad little sack of leftover lemons is going to be some glorious lemonade tomorrow....and of course a few extra squeezes will go into that pan of turkey gravy :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am so thankful each and every day for a lot of different things. Yet this Thanksgiving I am thankful the most for the people who have crossed my path who continue to make lemonade out of those lemons. And who at the end of the day are simply thankful to have the lemons to make something out of.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Thanksgiving ya'll.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Be blessed, be well, and most of all be thankful for everything you do have because at any moment it could be taken away from you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers to lemonade this Thanksgiving and always!</span><br />
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Biggest laugh of the day for me was when Chloe told me that sometimes dogs smell like old feet.<br />
Brownie didn't appreciate all of the FOO-FOO body spray he kept getting doused with throughout the day...but boy did Nugget soak up the extra attention! LOL!<br />
Of course PaPa Mikie kept popping in and saying "<i>Are you burning something</i>?" And Chloe kept whispering <b><i>"Tell him to RELAX!</i></b>"<br />
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Chloe is getting pretty strong minded in wanting to do things her way or you can take the highway (cuz she's ignoring ya) ....but glitter and clay all over the place kind of took on it's own kind of road yesterday at Gamma's house----LOL!<br />
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Here's a pic of the strange pumpkin collection hanging out at Lexie and Chloe's house...<br />
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And here's a pic of the scary crow the hubs finished up last week....<br />
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Hope ya'll have a spook-tac-ular Halloween...and remember<br />
you are never too old to beg for candy!<br />
(Or bacon for that matter) hee-hee<br />
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edited to add a pic of the grandbabies on this crazy weather night in bako....<br />
hope everyone is staying safe out there!<br />
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